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...ballet. When he leaves the theater, hordes of glaze-eyed females of all ages have been known to surround his car and fall on their knees chanting "Thank you, thank you." The admiration extends backstage as well. Whenever he performs, dancers crowd the wings to watch and learn. "Watching Rudi is more than an education," explains the Royal Ballet's Alexander Grant. "He makes every step seem beautiful, possible and important...
Funny Hair. Rudi is content right where he is. He likes London, partly because "nobody laughs at my hair." (They laughed at it in Stuttgart, especially when he turned up at rehearsals one day wearing curlers.) His favorite picture is a closeup of his head which looks like Simba the lion in repose. A restless creature, he roams the streets late at night looking like some shabby fugitive, in his black wrap-around leather coat and Dutch-boy cap. Three or four nights a week he drops in at a private, after-hours Soho club called the Ad Lib, where...
Wobbly Ways. That this noble couple is given to such human emotions would shock many of their fans. Indeed, though many of their followers like to think otherwise, the rumors that the flames of romance that Rudi and Margot kindle onstage also rage offstage are false. Margot is married to Dr. Roberto ("Tito") Arias, 46, former Panamanian Ambassador to Britain. Arias, who was shot by a political enemy in Panama last June, is paralyzed from the neck down, and Margot spends three hours on the train every day in order to visit him in the hospital in Buckingham shire, where...
...dancing, he is a man of steely dedication. He is a perfectionist, and has the arrogance of a perfectionist. Once, at a Kirov performance in France of Swan Lake, he slipped and fell in his first variation as the prince. Most dancers would have sheepishly carried on. Not Rudi. He stopped the orchestra, stalked offstage, rubbed rosin on his shoes and started all over again. He attends class every day without fail, will spend hours working on a step that is merely a preparation. Unlike some male virtuosos, who are notoriously bad partners and seem to be waiting only...
Brassières like Maidenform's nylon net ($4) and Vanity Fair's stretch band ($4) are every bit as rudimentary as Rudi's: they may get by splayed out on a department-store counter, but displayed-even on 100% synthetic mannequins-in show windows, they are likely to stop traffic, start riots, and end up as exhibits in night court. Even those with a bit more substance to them, like Bien Jolie's flowered-net version ($11) and Warner's "The Body" ($12.50), are sheer enough to read through, small print included...